poetry – The Girl on the move

14 Aprile 2019

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I’m a snowdrop that blossoms on a glass field in the middle of the summer without causing any crack. I’m bound to become a sun shard […]

17 Marzo 2019

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I sit on a cloud made of dust, the dust of dust. A universe is held inside to filter rays of a burning spirit and that […]

11 Febbraio 2019

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This is the day I start looking at, for and through life. I look through the window and I see an old brown building that reminds […]

28 Dicembre 2018

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Jostling among the stars what is in my cards? Am I looking for an easy life, or should I follow the magic fife? What I know […]

4 Dicembre 2018

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Cold bones frozen heart, her angels don’t cry her demons fly. Did she fade away? Did she run away? I don’t know. Cold heart frozen bones […]

22 Ottobre 2018

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You, renegade, have no wings to soar. You can’t live the present, your soul is flying with no defense, to reach something you don’t know yet. […]